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Chapter 8: The Accomplice

Johnny was led towards the cell. He looked worried. And then he figured that he shouldn't show his worried face. He configured his face to try to look tough, but he still showed an ounce of nervousness. Another cop was walking down the hallway and threw his hands in the air.

"C'mon Franklin. Another one!"

"He was caught red-handed."

"But that's the seventh one today. I'm glad the other six got out on bail. The other one you wouldn't even let contact his brother. Give these kids a break."

Johnny could tell that this wasn't your average cop. Most cops in this town would love to arrest any kid. They loved it.

"Look at the kid," said the other cop. "He doesn't even look like a trouble maker."

'Doesn't look like a trouble maker?' He might have to fix his looks.

"Doesn't matter!" yelled Franklin.

"Let's talk," said the other cop calmly.

"Wait a second."

Franklin pushed past the cop and threw Johnny into a large cell.

"I'll deal with you later," said Franklin, and he walked into a room with another cop.

The cell was surprisingly empty today. Johnny sat up and saw someone sitting in the cell. Leaned against the wall. Johnny knew who this guy was. But it obvious that the other kid was trying to figure out whom he was. He finally said something,

"I know who you are."

"Really," said Johnny.

"Yeah. You're the quiet kid that hangs out those Curtis kids."

"And you're Curly Tim's brother."

"I'm my own person. Not Tim's brother. What are you in for? Wouldn't rat on Dally or something?"

"No. I robbed, beat and broked these socs car."

Curly turned around suddenly and looked at Johnny. Johnny could tell that Curly was surprised. Johnny liked that. He loved the expression his face.

"No kidding?"

"No. I'm telling truth."

"You don't look like the type."

"Looks can be deceiving."

That was something Johnny heard Two-Bit say once. It took him a while to figure out what it meant. Looks like Two-Bit learned something in school.

"How'd you do it?" asked Curly.

"Really, I had robbed one of them before. Then he came back with his buddy and I flicked out my blade."

"You still got it?"

"Uh, yeah."

Johnny looked around and flicked it out. Luckily, Franklin forgot to search him before he threw him in a cell. Curly took it and examined it. Curly smiled and tossed it back to Johnny.

"So you're pretty tough. I might have you start hanging with me. Show you how I do things."

"Really!" said Johnny excited. Curly gave him a confused expression.

"Don't do that again," he said.

Johnny then realized that he must have sounded stupid when he said that. He would have to watch what he says.

"I also heard that you got jumped by a bunch of socs."

Johnny's mind went cold.

"Yeah. That happened."

"Man. From what I've heard, I can't believe you survived that. I even heard it made Dallas Winston feel bad."

Dally. That had to be a false rumor. Dally was from New York. He had seen people die on the streets.

Johnny then heard the cell opening, and turned around. The other cop that was arguing with Franklin was opening the cell. Franklin was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

"We couldn't find a file on you," said the other cop. "We'll let you out with a warning."

Johnny turned around and said,

"See you later, Curly."

Curly nodded and Johnny walked out of the cell. As he walked past Franklin, Franklin gave Johnny a mean look. It was obvious that Franklin was angry. Johnny just ignored his look and walked right outside.

Johnny looked in the distance. The sun was going down. He decided that he would go to the Curtis house. He really couldn't think of better things to do. Word was probably around town. And Curly knew it, so most of the greasers would believe it. Johnny was on his way.